#no i cant be fucking friends with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Do you "like" or "like like" me ?

Percy Jackson x GN! Reader

A/N: percy with an outcast child of apollo? like someone who cant sing, cant make poetry, isnt always sunshiney and retains more.. artemis-like qualities?

Notes: This is so fucking cute I hope I did this prompt justice.

ׂׂૢ Percy Jackson

He had noticed you the day he appeared in camp. He was sitting on the Hermes table and carefully looking around, observing his new home, taking in every time detail looking at each of the tables in turn.

Some of them were empty, most of them were full to the brim with children laughing and playing. When Percy turned his sights on the table of Cabin 7 - Apollo's children.

He noticed a common trend. 

The children of Apollo were bright and happy, joyous and laughing with big grins that lit up the dining hall. They sang songs and read poetry, playing on the lyre and bathing in the warmth of the midday sun.

The sun always did seem to shine brighter on that table.

But, amongst the loudness of that table, he noticed another person, quietly watching, smiling softly at the antics of their half siblings, but not participating in the banter.

And yet, despite not standing out one bit compared to that of their siblings, they were enchanting to Percy. Different in a sense.

But before Percy could open his mouth and ask Luke who that was exactly, lunch had drawn to a close and it was back to the drawing board to find out who his godly father was and give him a piece of his mind.

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It was months before Percy had the courage to ask for your name. And it took him even longer to become friends with you. And every minute was worth it in his eyes.

Because he was right.

You were incredible.

More amazing than anything he'd ever encounter in his life. Of that, he was sure. And he had fought against Kronos himself! Along with Gaea and turned down immortality to be with you. And yet even after everything, every single monster that came his way, or God turned mortal that ended up at your shared door, he found it that you were the most extraordinary of them all.

How he wound up laying on the grass, listening to you talk after a long day of training he didn't know. But he didn't really mind, laying like this with you, watching the clouds float past. Something about this entire situation felt strangely domestic... it was nice. Being around you was nice.

He felt nice.

Percy turned to his side, sea green eyes carefully watching your lips curl up in delight as you stared up at the sky.

You weren't your typical Apollo kid sure; you couldn't sing, you were no good at poetry. You were kind of like... a black sheep compared to the rest of your family. You always wondered how your mother caught the eye of a god like Apollo, maybe one day you would have the confidence to ask, but for now, you could feel Percy's concentrated gaze digging into you and it was seriously beginning to annoy you.

Turning around to meet his eyes you frowned. "What? Something on my face?" You rose your hand and brushed your fingers against your cheek and paused when Percy shook his head, "You're beautiful did you know?" He whispered and you scoffed, flush rising up your neck as you look to the side, avoiding his stare. "No seriously!” He persisted. “You might not be like your siblings, but you're so calm, and collected and- and- you're good with animals, and you’re a natural born leader. And not to mention that your archery is amazing too!" Percy gushed, a smile tugging on your lips.

"You think so?" You whispered, voice soft and a little uneasy. You knew that you were different from your siblings, but it was nothing you really outright mentioned, nor felt comfortable talking about with. Except… maybe Percy…

Percy pulled you close to him, resting your head on his chest, listening to soft thump of his heartbeat.

"You think I- the Percy Jackson would lie?" He whispered, a smug look on his face. It was so obvious he was teasing you. You sighed and shrugged. "I dunno. Probably not." You mumbled, voice trailing off and Percy grinned. "Exactly. You're proving my point!"

"You point is silly anyway." You grumbled back.

Percy gasped, looking hurt. "You've offended me in ways I did not know I could be offended in." He shot up.

"Oh, shut up you!" You laughed, rolling your eyes, making Percy smile in return. He ran his hand down your side back and forth, looking back at the sky, watching the birds fly and chirp to one and other. "Yea... but you love me." He whispered and you sighed.

Yea.

You really did.

Taglist: @thementallyunwellapollochild, @apollos-coolest-child, @too-queer-for-school

[poppy-metal]

dad’s best friend!patrick letting you stay at his apartment when you get into a fight with art…. i’m thinking you snuck out and returned to find art sitting on the couch, waiting for you to come back. just screaming and yelling at each other, you’re throwing things at him. he calls you reckless and a child and idiotic. all things he’s called patrick before. banging on patrick’s door after you drove your car 20 miles over the speed limit from your house to his apartment building. he opens the door all angry because who the fuck is banging his door down at one in the morning. he’s less angry when he sees it’s you but he still says “why are you here????” in that gruff just woke up voice. when you stutter and look up with him with those big wet eyes and say “i just… i need you right now” he can’t find it in himself to be angry anymore, just pulling you into this apartment and wrapping you up in his arms when you cry into his shoulder. the same arms that held you like this when you scrapped your knee when you were eight, the same arms that held you on his shoulder at one of your dad‘s matches when you were six. just so familiar and comforting and warm. crying and saying that art just “doesn’t understand me.” he “doesn’t get me.” but patrick does. you may be his best friend’s daughter but he sees you and he gets you. he’ll hide you in his apartment for as long as you want, saying that you’re not there when art inevitably knocks on his door a day later.

anyway.

- ⭐️

he really is just a sap for you :((( can't turn you away even when its the one thing he should do - should call art right away, because he'd be worried sick by now but. he sees himself in you, he remembers being called immature and reckless and all sorts of stuff by people who just didn't understand that he wanted to live life to the fullest - because what was the point of feeling all that shitty stuff, of slowing down just to appease other people and stop you from doing what you wanted - yeah, he was more responsible now, but still. at your age, it should be all about impulsivity and the rush of being alive.

and then there's the worse part of him that cant turn you away because you're just..... you came to him. you had to have a bunch of other friends you could go to that would be better, but it was him you turned to. it was him you looked up to. admired. it was inappropriate and wrong, the way you felt about him, but fuck. it felt good. it felt good to be needed.

he lets you stay. puts up less of a fuss about it than you thought he would, but that's probably because of the tears. he makes you a spot on the couch and when you pout and say its ungentlemenly for him not to give up his bed he just looks at you. says, "we both know you want to be in my bed for alot more reasons than comfort.", and well. he's not wrong. you definitely would have touched yourself if you had slept there. humped one of his pillows.

still, you manage to haggle one of his shirts from him - claiming your clothes were to uncomfortable to sleep in - and he'd tossed you one of his old tennis academy shirts. the fabric stretched out and worn. it dwarfs you when you slip it on, reaching your knees. its not as good being in his bed would have been, but you still drag the fabric over your nose in the middle of the night and inhale his scent while you touch through your wet slit - stroking and petting. you suck the fabric into your mouth too, imagining he just wore it and you could suck his sweat from it - pull it into your mouth. you imagine him in his bed just a couple doors down from you - sleeping on his stomach in just his boxers - fuck, maybe naked? - the strong expanse of his back, the thickness of his thighs. you imagine how he'd react to catching you masturbating in his shirt - if he'd get angry and call you a bad little girl. would he flip you over his knee, beat some sense into you? would cant stop from pulling the shirt completely over your head as you drench your fingers, pumping them in and out of your wet pussy as you think about being completely covered by patrick - pressed down and pinned with nothing to do but take in his musk and let him inside your tight body -

you cum sticky and wet all over your fingers. the bottom of his shirt damp with your juices. the apartment is quiet. you wonder how long you can take being around patrick zweig and not break - you feel like if he doesn't fuck you soon, it'll kill you.

[tofupixel]

adding on, i really do apologize. reading back i can tell i didn't reiterate enough that the actual work still matters more than anything.

im trying to take this from a place of good faith. it just irks me because i have seen so, so many people who believe they are incapable of art, their brain works too scientifically, some kind of disability that prevents them, and they managed to figure it out in their own way. i also can't see items in my head in 3d (i can see a little but not much) and it never stopped me, but i know some of my friends who also cant at all, and it bothers them greatly.

i don't know you or what you're going through but in my experience some people put pressures on themselves to do things a certain way, but when we are different, we have to find our own way forward.

in the end, who are you racing against? you need to go at your own pace, it doesnt matter if someone gets there faster than you. i know it can be hard to see others succeeding where you struggle, but the only way to actually fail is to give up. it doesnt matter how slow you go as long as you are making something and expressing yourself. try not to focus on the result so much.

whether or not that time investment is worth it to you is another discussion for sure.

sorry for snapping at you. after i just spent 6 hours writing that guide, seeing the first response be something negative actually just pissed me the fuck off. it was like why even bother, i just wanted to delete it tbh

edit: and FWIW the reason i had such fast progress is because i had nothing else to do. i lost my job in 2020 and i would just go homeless and die if i didnt make it work. ive done A LOT of pixel art, more than anybody should reasonably be expected to do, and im speaking from experience.

there is such a thing as quality of practise for sure, but i do believe that time beats everything. i'm not saying it to virtue signal like i think you were implying. someone being slightly more naturally gifted than me has no bearing on my life whatsoever.

[haruchi-slit]

"THERAPY IS EXPENSIVE BUT DICK IS FREE"

warnings: mdni, toji and reader meet in the bar, ooc (slight?), reader refered as: girl & slut, fucking against the wall, p in v, pussy eating, semi-public sex, not proof read... | a/n: almost scrapped this idea cause i had a migraine, i almost died :o

so exhausted from work and life? why not go have fun once in a while with your friends at the club? it had been a long and difficult week for you, dealing with the aftermath of your broken engagement to your now ex-fiance.

working under the pressure of your personal life is damn tough, you can't even get one work done without breaking into tears, remembering your fiancé of 5 years left you for some girl he met at work, his voice still echoes non-stop in your brain, the night he confronted you about your relationship, "I'm sorry, but i cant do this i cheated on you..." and it just makes your heart pulse and fuel with hatred and pain, with your hand in your head you sighed deeply as you continued to type in your laptop, your mascara all ruined and your eyes were sore, "I can't believe he can do that, fucking bitch, fucking shit, goodness burn in hell!" you grunt as you broke in to tears, you were a crying mess, you lolled your head back to your chair as streams of tears overwhelmed your thoughts,

"fuck-" you sighed, before hearing a knock on your office door, "w-wait!" you grumbled, wiping off your tears with the back of your hand, you stood up catching your breath as you opened the door you were greeted by shoko with yuki,

"heyyy! what are you two doing here?" you forced a smile, "girl are you ok? your fucking mascara is all over your face!" shoko worriedly asked as she nursed your cheeks wiping off your messed up mascara, "shoko, take a closer look, do you think she's ok? of course not, duh!" yuki blurted out as you chuckled,

"ok- guys what the fuck are you guys doing here?" you uttered,

"to get you outta misery!" yuki snickers, "yeah, what yuki said-" shoko sighed, "were taking you to the club, to destress" shoko continued,

"but i have work to do-" you dabated, "no butts, it's already been 2 months! i already talked to nanamin, he said it's fine and choso will take care of your work!" yuki exclaimed.

"you guys know i have to change right?" you rolled your eyes, sitting in the backseat of yuki's car, "yeah, that's why we brought you a some...stuff" shoko reaches out for the paper bag in the back of the car before giving it to you, "just change here in the car, the window's tinted" yuki chuckles as she focused on the road...

as soon as the three of you arrived at the club, you stepped out of the car along with yuki and shoko "youu look so fineee!" yuki smiled holding both of your hands, "damn, thank you", you smiled back, "guys c'mon let's go, i need a drink asap" shoko snapped the two of you back before she walked in the club, "yee let's have fun!" yuki exclaimed dragging you in the club, the three of you sat on the couch while the music blasts against your ears, it was so loud, the flickering lights blinded you as you looked around.

your eyes focused to the girls and guys bumping to each in the dancefloor, the stage crowded with girls doing the most nastiest moves as cash blows around them, till a particular person caught your attention, raven dark hair, green piercing eyes, tall and broad, bulging muscles and someone who looks like they're in their mid 30's, he's so fucking fine, glamorous even. while the three of you chat, and drink you and that gorgeous man exchanged the glares, he gives you one of the finest smirks across the club, all you could do was stare at him with a unconscious smirk plastered in your face,

"who are you looking at?" yuki sheepishly asked, while she waved one of her eyebrows, "definitely no one" you scoffed, as you swirled your alcohol in the glass cup, "oh really?" shoko jested, the three of you laughed, you took a glance on him once more while you sipped your alcohol to its last drop, you pressed your eye lids together as the alcohol flow down your throat.

"agh- let's go and have fun" you hissed, wiping of the alcohol that trickled down on the edges of your lips with your hand, "shitttt, and here we go the old her is backkk!" shoko exclaimed with yuki following you to the dance floor, where people are grinding against each other, you swayed your way close to him, you knew it was risky, flirting with a stranger in a bar, but you couldn't resist the opportunity to forget your dumb ass ex, you got a little closer to him grabbing his attention, "hey there mama, are you alone?" he starts of, radiating with charmness and suave, with a hint of danger in his dark eyes that only made him more appealing, "nah, I'm with my friends, here to forget my fucking ex" you drawn out hazed with the shots of alcohol you've just drunk, "oh really?" he chuckles "yeah, that fucking bitch wasted five years. five fucking years" you huffed, rolling your eyes, he smirks clearly amused by you, "toji. name's toji" he spoke and he was so fucking smooth with it, you chuckled in response, "no, need to know my name...toji" the both of you talked for what seemed like hours, lost in each other's company and the music pulsing through the club. you found yourself grinding against him as your conversation flowed so smoothly,

"y'know, i can take your pain away, hah" he whispers, his hot breath fanning your ear, sending shivers to your core,

before you knew it, toji was leading you to the club's restroom, his touch was gentle and reassuring, yet it was so rough, as he guided you through the crowd, you felt a surge of adrenaline at the thought of what was about to happen, a mix of fear and desire swirling in your veins as he pushed open the door and pulled you inside, you were so drunk in his presence...

in the dimly lit restroom, toji's lips met yours in a searing kiss that ignited a fire within your thobbing cunt. you instantly melted against him, with your body responding to his touch with a need that eclipsed all rational thought,

"t-touch me more-hah! kiss me more, please!" you gasped, as his hand roamed freely on you, his hand tracing on the edges and crevices of your perfect body, giving the attention that it needs, which your ex didn't do, he pressed you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that matched with your own, he rolled your dress up to your chest, almost ripping it off, he'd kiss your forehead before his kisses traveled down to your shoulders, stomach, before he dropped down to his knees, facing your clothed aching cunt,

"all I've done was touch and kiss you- so fucking wet already?" toji huffs, as you struggled to stand properly inside the bathroom stall, he tugs the hem of your panties as letting it pool down to the floor of the restroom, you placed your hand to his broad shoulders, the other on his hair, you saw him lick his lips, before diving down to your pulsing cunt, pushing you deep on the cold wall of the restroom, his hand grabbed a handful of your ass and thighs placing it on his shoulder prying your legs a little bit wider,

"hmmmnn~" you'd groan, stealing a pleased hum from you, as the brige of his graced your clit while he bobs his head up and down, you could feel his grunts vibrating against your gushing pussy, matched with his skilled tongue laying on your dripping cunt,

"t-toji- hgh" you moaned gripping on his hair, as he continues to bob his head on you,

"toji-" you moaned once again, with a breathy plea, "easy-" he purrs, before diving once more between your thighs, your thighs quivered as you feel your climax near.

in that moment, there was only toji and you locked in a dance of desire and need that transcended words, he moved his tongue in your cunt with grace and skill that took your breath away, with each lick he made sent you higher and higher towards a climax that left you gasping for more, "c'mon, girl..." he murmured fanning your cunt with his scorchingly hot breath, you felt your breath hitch as your climax gushed on his face,

"hghhh-toji!" you gasped, breathless.

catching your while he stood up hungrily unbuckling his belt, letting his pants fall down on the floor along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock, before he landed a rough, passionate kiss on your tender lips, you respond to him, feeling butterflies filling your

stomach, as your knees fell weak, your mouths puffing heated breaths agaist each other, while your hands roamed freely on him.

he lifts you up and pressed your body to the restroom's wall as he aligned his angry tip on your entrance, before plunging his cock in you

"ahck!- ngh~" you moaned softly as your gummy walls was quick to wrap toji's aching cock, toji grunts as he pushed you deeper against the wall burying his cock on your heavenly cunt,

"mhmm, that's what i like, girl- sucking me in so good, such a slut" he laughs, thrusting deeper in you, as waves of ecstasy, washed all over your body, your eyes clouded with haze and lust, your legs instinctively wrapped against his waist as he plunged mercilessly in your pussy, "fwuaack-!" he blabbered as sweat trickled down on his forehead, your chests heaving uncontrollably while toji buries his face on the crook of your neck, fastening his pace, "so.fucking.tight!" he cursed under his breath, while he slams his hips on you,

"to-to'i m' close, m' close!" you warned,

and soon after both of you felt a sense of release wash over your bodies, feeling estatic, both of you catched your breath as you feel your mixed juices trickle down the floor, he pulls back and faced you...

"so- uh what's your name?" toji inquired..

meanwhile, "where the fuck is she?" shoko asked yuki, as she puffs out a cigarette smoke, "I don't know!"

[mattybsgroupie]

ex’s and tattoos | matt sturniolo

contents: cursing; fighting; (kinda) toxic relationship; oral (m receiving); fingering (f receiving); use of “y/n”; switch!matt

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notes: 400 million followers but been flopping these last weeks do you guys hate me or what??? lol jk, as usual thank you so much for the love and special thanks to my loyal readers (@thepubeburgler my girl!) i always keep an eye on you guys <3 sorry for not being as active here but now im in my break so every week new story! as usual not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes, hope you enjoy this one!!!

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it had been two and a half weeks since matt and i broke up. for the third time.

i had no reason to be there other than respect for matts and i mutual friends. they knew, of course, we were no longer together - but that didn’t mean we could be at the same place, acting like civilized adults.

i rested my lower back against the countertop, quietly sipping the drink in my hand as i nodded to the ones that’d greet me.

i noticed him from miles away. the familiar laugh made my stomach flutter while i watched him from a distance, hoping he wouldn’t notice me there. i didn’t have the energy to fight him, nor work things out.

he, however, felt as my eyes pierced through his back and soon looked at me, blue eyes scanning my body before locking his orbs to my own.

“having fun?” matt asked, coming in my direction and mimicking my position.

“always a blast” i responded, not daring to move one bit.

“enjoying the guys checking you out?” he teased, trying to piss me off. “not one of them is gonna hit on you. they know you’re mine, y/n”.

“you must enjoy making my life way harder than it should be don’t you, matt?”

“it’s my favorite thing to do” he giggled, sincerely this time. i could tell the difference without even looking at him. “you know what else is hard? me”

“that’s not my problem. you should ask if some girl is willing to jack off this tiny dick of yours” i rolled my eyes, moving to face him.

“yeah? same dick that fucked you dumb… how many times?” matt whispered in my ear, leaning closer to my face. the warmth of his body made me feel safe again, the usual feeling of being around matt slowly taking over me. i had to get myself together before speaking up again, “i have no idea what you’re talking about”.

“now you don’t?” he leaned against the countertop once again, crossing his arms as he tilted his head. “i must have forgotten how stupid you are”

“i must be if im still talking to you”

“yeah y/n, keep on talking like this and we’re gonna have another problem other than fixing what happened” matt said, traveling his eyes through my body before landing back at his pants, bulge tenting under the jeans.

“oh, i couldn’t care less about this” i said, clearly referring to his cock when, in fact, i was dying to jerk him off right there.

“do you really wanna have this conversation now?” he misunderstood, thinking i was talking about whatever our relationship meant at this point.

“i never wanted to talked to you in the first place” my hands gave up on holding the plastic cup, putting it away before resting my palm on his shoulder. i trailed down his neck, stopping by the sweater strings and playing with them. “you’re the one who came here.”

“cant help it when you look this good, mamas” he confessed, breathing heavily as his chest gradually filled in more air.

“oh fuck you matthew” it was a low blow. i knew he was gonna try to get me back tonight, and i also knew i would give in anytime he asked me to.

“you’d love that wouldn’t you?” i had to walk away, leaving a giggling matt behind who soon took my cup and drank from it before going back to his friends.

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nothing was fun without him. i tried my best to have a good time and distract myself from the growing heat inside my panties, but knowing matt was around, checking every movement of mine was starting to drive my crazy. i told my friends i’d leave, thanked them for the invitation and quickly made my way to the bathroom to wash my hands and check my makeup and hair before calling an uber.

i heard three knocks on the door. “it’s open” i said allowing anyone to come in because i wasn’t really doing anything private. it slowly opened, revealing a smiling matt coming inside.

“before you say anything” he started. “check this out!” matt said, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, sweater nowhere to be found. he had a new tattoo on his shoulder, showing a sunflower garden painted across his skin.

“it’s really pretty, matt” i smiled.

“it’s for you” i rolled my eyes and looked away, not believing any of his words before resting my back against the sink. “look at me” he called, and my body instantly reacted by doing what he told me to. we kept starring at each other for a few seconds, not really sure of what to say.

“can i kiss you?” matt finally asked, leaning over me and holding my face with both hands as i nodded frantically. he could do whatever he wanted with me.

his lips touched mine and my stomach dropped, as if it was the first time we’d kissed. i was incredibly sensitive to matt’s touch, my breath getting heavier as he deepened the kiss. one of his hands traveled down my body, stopping by my waist and holding it tightly while his thumb caressed my cheek.

matt licked my lower lip, silently asking if he could go further. i opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to slide in, the lewd sounds getting louder. i moved my hand to the back of his head, groping his hair strongly before pulling away in order to get some air back. “fuck, matt” i whispered, not being able to take my eyes of his swollen pout.

now i was the one who took control of the situation, pushing him against the wall of the tiny bathroom and and trailing kisses all the way down his neck, making sure i’d leave marks for him to see the next morning. matt whined as i positioned myself between his legs, letting him joint his hips forward. i could feel matt’s bulge rutting against me, hard cock begging to be touched.

“you… you look so good today” he breathed out, hands moving to my ass, bringing our bodies even closer, almost humping each other.

i was dripping wet.

as i kept on kissing him, my fingers quickly made their way to his waistband, receiving a gasp from matt. i smiled before palming him through his jeans, grabbing his cock and he responded by placing his hands on my breasts, massaging it over my clothes. i unintentionally let a moan escape when his thumb brushed over my nipples, matt’s eyes finally opening.

he placed his palm under my shirt, pressuring against my skin. i nodded once again, letting him remove my outfit and expose my underwear. “who’s that pretty lingerie for?” he asked before moving his lips to my shoulders, slowly making his way to my boobs.

“no one” i answered, fingers tangling in his brown locks. matt giggled, muffling against my skin. “good thing i’m the one taking it off” he said, quickly untying my bra and making my breasts fall over his face. matt licked my hardened nub, swirling his tongue around before sucking it. i whined as his index and thumb pinched my other nipple.

“i fucking- hate you!” i complained, pretending not to enjoy when he was rough. matt slapped the boob he was pinching before, free hand moving to my jaw and holding it tightly, making me look at him.

“already know that babe, but you love my fingers don’t you?” he teased and i slightly opened my mouth, letting him place his digits on my tongue. i wrapped my lips around them and started to suck hungrily, putting on a show for him. matt’s grin grew bigger, and so did the tent on his pants. poor thing, holding himself to not bend me over and fuck me without asking, knowing he’d be punished when doing something without permission.

“take this off for me hm?” matt whispered, already removing my shorts. i didn’t notice he had pulled my panties down as well, goosebumps taking over my body as i felt his fingers brush against my lower lips.

“open up” he said moving our bodies further, picking me up by my waist and making me sit on the sink’s counter, the cold material in contrast with my heat making me gasp.

i opened my legs and wrapped my arms around matt's neck, resting in each side of his shoulder as he kept running his fingers through my folds. his thumb soon met my swollen clit, circling over it before moving to my entrance. he teased me a bit, letting the tip of his digits rest in my wet hole. my shaky breathes turned to whimpers as he slid in, making me bite my own lips to cover my moans.

“you’re all tight” matt said as he pushed it inside, stretching my cunt. after three weeks without him, of course i was tight again. his fingers used to fit me so well, but now it felt like the first time again. the burning sensation of my walls clenching against matt's hand made me throw my head back, not being able to speak as he kept on rubbing my clit, trying to slid a second finger in.

“haven’t found anyone to fuck you as good as i do?” he asked, noticing my struggle. “tell me who fucks you the best?”

“you matt- fuck!” i whined while matt kissed my neck, finally pushing his index and filling me up completely.

“and you take me so well don’t you? how many fingers do i have to put in until you get used back to the size of my cock?” each word that came out his mouth made me throb, feeling my orgasm approaching when his fingers curled inside of me. i'd tell matt to shut up, but i wanted - i needed - him more than ever.

“wanna cum” i cried, loud moans taking over the the place “matthew babe, fuck, please”.

“when did i ever made you beg?” he giggled at my desperation, pounding deeper into me. “show me how much you missed me, princess... need to see you coming to me” he pleaded and soon my orgasm crashed down on me, making me arch my back and wrap his waist with my trembeling legs. i sinked my teeth in his exposed skin, trying to not make a sound as i leaked onto matt's fingers.

i opened my eyes as i came back to my senses, my forehead resting on matt's shoulder while he carressed my back. when he kissed the top of my head, i realized he was about to burst on his pants. he did me so good and i knew he missed me as well, so i quickly moved my hands to his belt and unzipped his jeans.

“oh- you’re taking care of me?” his eyes widened as we exchanged positions and i kneeled on the floor, not expecting to get any reward today.

i pulled his underwear down, finally freeing his aching cock. i wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping him quickly and spreading his pre cum downards. matt groaned when i licked his tip, tilting his head back, “fuck y/n your mouth is so fucking g-good”.

my lips swalloed his tip, his dick twitching my hand as i lowered myself on his length “please, please don’t tease” he begged.

his left hand went to my hair, bobbing my head up and down, trying to fasten my pace.

“shit ma, i’m not gonna last long” matt whined, bucking his hips forward in order to get more friction as i lazily dragged my tongue through his cock. “gonna c-cum” he warned, not really trying to stop himself. his legs struggled to keep standing, heavy breathing turned to whimpers as he finally released, sticky spurt filling my mouth.

“why are you so good?” he asked jokingly, coming from his high. he pulled out after realizing i couldn’t speak while still blowing him off, giggling as i got up and nestled myself on his chest.

“here” he said, putting his hand under my chin. “you don’t have to swallow this” matt smiled, letting me spit his load on his palm. after doing so, i licked again, swallowing both his cum and my spit. “fuck, you’re so hot”.

i wasn’t sure what had just happened and what we would do afterwards. however, i giggled as i rolled my eyes, realizing i’d love him no matter how many times we’d break up.

“next thing i’m getting tattooed is your name” matt said, helping me put my bra and fix my hair.

“fuck, you’re not” i said in disbelief, giving him a peck on the lips before opening the door.

“you don’t get a saying on that, sweetheart” he answered, zipping his pants up and following me outside. “so, wanna a ride home?”

- ♡ -

[turnin9pag3]

Marauders as things me and my friends have said:

Part 30

(this is an argument i had with my brother while watching trolls)

Barty: their hair is demonic

Evan: what😭

Barty: their hair. its demonic. no hair should be able to do that

Evan: its a kids cartoon dude

Barty: HAIR CANT GROW LIKE THAT ITS UNREALISTIC AND DEMONIC

Evan: ITS A CARTOON FOR LITERAL CHILDREN

Barty: THEN WHY ARE WE WATCHING IT

Evan: BECAUSE ITS GOOD

Barty: i beg to differ

Evan: i BeG tO dIfFeR🤓☝️- JUST WATCH THE FUCKING MOVIE JESUS

Barty: NO IM A CHILD OF GOD THATS SATANIC

Evan: THEY ARE SINGING ABOUT AN ADVENTURE ITS WHOLESOME

Barty: THEY ARE GOING TO SAVE THEIR FRIENDS FROM GETTING FUCKING EATEN IN WHAT WORLD IS CANNIBALISM WHOLESOME!?!

Evan: they’re different species so TECHNICALLY its not cannibalism its more of a circle of life type deal

Barty: well either way is satanic and i want no part of it

Evan: then dont watch it

Barty: i hate you change it

Evan: i hate you more and no

Regulus: will both of you just shut up geez

[pansyfemme]

i loooove when veronica was mean asf in the comics because she would always be like "i know what i'll do! i'll saw off her foot while she sleeps!! then she won't be able to wear her kitten heels to the dance, and archie will be totally gaga for my new go-go boots! hehe.. that little ninny will never see it coming!" and then betty would be at home like "i'll have to lock my doors in case that two bit hussy comes around trying to saw off my hands and feet.. her go-go boots don't stand a chance!"

YOU GET ME. like in the 90’s-00’s they really tried to push this whole best friends/frenemies dynamic with betty and veronica and i’m not saying they cant be friends. i really like them as friends even. but it misses the charm of how fucking insanely evil veronica used to be. she would do literally fucking anything. completely brutal. queen of manipulation. and then its like ‘noooo ronnie is actually nice she’s just kind out of touch’ like no i like that she’s mean i think it adds a lot to the dynamic. modern archie dynamics got so blah like betty is not the nice girl next door she used to be like 5 seconds away from biting veronica at any given moment. like let me see them fight.. ive psychoanalyzed reggie on here and his weird self-destructive need to consistantly only go after women who are either using him to cheat on their partners or make other guys jealous but like i think that goes so well with mean ronnie like we just dont get that shit anymore . i read archie comics for the drama clearly

[dollyluvss]

[[ “ where are you..? “ ]]

♱ a lovely friendship. started out playing at the park as children, your best friend leaves you while he pursues his soccer career. but when he returns..? { mean!kunigami rensuke x afab!reader! }

warnings. . .

angst angst and more angst, hate fucking, mouthy/bratty reader (sorta self indulgent-) choking, mentions of self harm - substance abuse/pure pressure - and bullying - reader over thinks.

biting, pussy slapping, just filth.. throat fucking, dom/sub dynamics, slut shaming, LOADSSSS OF DIRTY TALK, creampie(s), throat fingering(? idk why to call it..), hair pulling, headlocks,impact play/spanking/slapping, kunigami and reader have potty mouths :p, superrrrr mean!kunigami :<, slight dub-con at the begining of the smut scene, size kink if you can see, arguing, manhandling..brr.. you have been warned!

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it had been almost a year since you last saw your best friend. he was always with you before he left, you, his family, and soccer is all he cares about really. you two were close, very close. always joking around, teasing each other and backing each other up when it comes to anyone who disagrees. you always were sassy as a kid, that sass turned into a full blown attitude as you reached your teen years, cussing out anyone who pissed you off or even looked at you sideways. kunigami, being fairly level headed, was always there to, quite literally, hold you back from pouncing on the next sorry person to face your anger.

you and kunigami bickered from time to time, becoming full on arguments as you grew older. they never lasted long really, you barking at him into backing down. he never liked to argue with you, neither did you, but sometimes you two pushed one another’s buttons a bit to much.

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“oh shut up, ren!” i groan, growing more irritated as seconds passed. a stupid, very petty, argument over how loud his music was, it woke you up. and not in a good mood at that.

“im allowed to play music, ___.its my house, i can do what i like!” he argued back, voice raised but not as much as yours.

“shut it the fuck off! use headphones you dickhead!” i growled, lip turned up in a nasty scowl. rensuke sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. stress marks on his forehead. “alright fine, m’sorry kid..” he mummbles, ruffling you head and bringing you to his chest in a soft hug, a genuine apology.

“whatever..” i grumble into his chest, hugging his waist. “just had a long week, wanted to have a good nap ya’know?” i mumble in his chest. he laughs, patting my head.

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god you miss him, miss the bickering, cuddles during movie nights, sneaking out of his parents house to the beach to have fun in the water.

sigh..come back soon ren.. i think to myself, chin resting in my hands as i stare tiredly at my laptop.

buzz buzz!

i glance at my phone, i gasp, jumping back in my chair as i grab my phone, bag and put on my shoes. rushing out the door to my car as i make my way out to kunigami’s house.

ren’s momma:3 : rensuke came home a few days ago! he’s home watching the house while im on vacation, go stop by and say hi sweetie!

i smile at he text, she was such a lovely woman. always helping you when your own mother couldnt.

i speed over to his house, pulling into the driveway as i race out of my car and run up to the door. i unlock it with my spare key, removing my shoes as i head downstairs to the basement. i walk down the stairs, a familiar living room, small work out coroner to the left, a kitchen, bathroom and washroom, his room in the far back of the basement. i take quiet careful steps towards his room, i push past the curtain to his room, his sent filling my nose as i lock my eyes on him.

“..hi- ren..” i say, i cant believe hes back, its been so, so long. i walk over to his side as he looks up at me.

budump. badump.

my heart beat rings in my ears as he looks up at me. his eyes are, cold. his stare is harsh, shooting daggers at you even.

what the fuck happened? did he join the military and quit soccer? i think to myself.

“so much for a warnin’..” he grumbles, voice almost hoars. a far cry from his calm, sweet voice that almost dripped with honey when he spoke soft enough.

“i-i..” i stutter, shocked at his change in demeanor and appearance. my mouth agape, mind flooded with questions.

“you just gonna stand there..” he says, more of a annoyed response than a question. he stands up, towering over you. fuck..was he always this big? i shake away the thought, looking up at him as i place my bag down next to him doorframe. i whisper “how are you..?” im feeling, uneasy..his whole vibe is just— off.

“fine.” he grumbles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. he looks almost unsure, like your a complete stranger.

“u-um..can i have a hug?” i stutter, the tension in the air is almost suffocating me. he glances down at me and my heart drops.

disgust, like a dirty dog jumping all over him.

“ive got better things to do, no.” he says stern and cold lacing his voice, hes looking at me like a pest.

“oh- uh. okay? damn..” i grumble back, a pout forming on my lips at his harsh rejection. “what crawled up your ass?” i reply, pout turning into a almost scowl now as i eye him up and down when he walks past me. stopping after those words leave my lips.

“buzz off, ____. im busy, cant bother with your bitchy attitude today..” he almost growls, like you mean nothing to him.

“excuse me?” it comes out before i realize it, mh words laced with venom. my scowl now a nasty snarl as i turn to face him.

he turns his head to look at me, glaring at me like i just said something extremely disrespectful.

“whats your fuckin’ problem?” i growl, stepping closer to him, getting in his space much to his disliking.

“watch yer mouth.” he says sternly, turning to face me, he looks down at me with hate in his eyes. i cant stop the shiver it sent up my spine. i swallow the lump forming in my throat and glare back.

“or what? whats your fuckin’ issue? i dont see or hear from you in a year and you come back all tight and shit? fuck happened to “hi ___! i missed you how are you?” huh?” i throw my hands up, voice getting louder as the seconds past. my emotions taking full control at the sight of whats now left of my best friend.

“so damn mouthy..cant say anythin’ to you without you gettin’ bitchy can you?” he barks back, voice still low and deep but the bass almost shakes me off my feet.

“oh! look who finally grew some fuckin’ balls! guess they kicked your ass around in there huh?” i say, a sly, almost devilish, grin appearing on my face. basically poking a angry bear with a stick.

he growls, “watch yourself..im not fuckin’ around ____..” vemon starts lacing his words just as much, if not more, than you.

“i just want to see my best friend, is that so bad? you couldnt have even TRIED to call me? you call your mother and sisters but not me? i though i was special to you?” i scoff, i understand he worked hard at blue lock. i mean, its quite literally all over his face— but he couldnt even relay a message back to me? not once for the 11 months he was there? my eyes feel sore as they gloss over. fuck..no relax, keep it together ____ . i think to myself.

“well? what happened to all those promises? that youd call me if it ended up being something long term, if you could get your hands on a phone?” i day, voice cracking slowly as my resolve to ‘keep it together’ .

“i dont have time to listen to your bitchin’..so fuckin noisy..didnt wanna hear you bitch ‘n moan over the phone or in person.” he spat back. that does it. the frog jumping from my throat as i double over myself in a sob. unable to stop once i start, i rub my eyes as i start breathing harder, hiccuping every so often.

had he always felt like this? did all i really do is ‘bitch ‘n moan’ to him? what about my other friends? my family, teachers? his mom, or sisters? you always did have quite the talent for annoying people ever since you were small. being left out or subtly teased in ‘friend’ groups, being dared to leave at sleep overs and partys. you tried cigs, weed and alcohol to try and seem cool to your peers. trying to push the thoughts of self harming in any way you could think of as you down two more shots, head feeling like cotton as your ‘friends’ all pack into their car and drive off. leaving you absolutely stranded and alone a hour from home.

you dont know when you feel to the ground but your on your knees, right hand on the carpet of his floor while your left grips your shirt on your chest as you breath faster and faster. mind racing fast at how to calm down, trying to focus on anything but the loud negative thoughts clouding your head. ears ringing loud starts dying back, your eyes are focused back in, breathing jagged but stable as you start counting up. soon you let out a shakey breath before looking up at kunigami. your eyes widen in shock when you see him looking down at you with such hatred.

“your so pathetic. get the fuck up.” he barks, not a single ounce of remorse for his so called ‘best friend.’

i get up, knees shakey as i stumble. i look up at him and glare. “your bein’ a fuckin’ cunt right now kunigami.” his family name spilling from my lips like hot lava.

his face scrunches slightly at the sound of his family name coming from you mouth, something you never called him. “watch yer mouth, brat.” he growls.

“bite me, ren!” i snap back, my minds blank of how we ended up back to arguing but i continue to curse at him, ‘bitch’ and ‘pussy’ leave my mouth multiple times as i grill into him, walking closer to him, my hands shoving him backwards towards the wall….is what you swore just happened. your back and head are pounding as you feel the wall behind you and big strong hands holding yours next to your head in a painful grip, sharp, mean eyes staring at you like prey..

“shut up.” he spits, literally. he spit in your face. you flitch back at this, yelling as i trash in his grip. “let me go..! ren let me go!” i bark , trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“shut..up!” he yells back, pulling me forward before slamming me back against the wall. i yelp and stare at him wide eyed. a pathetic whimper leaving my throat as he moves closer to my face.

“watch that smart mouth of yours..or i teach you how to shut the fuck up..” he growls against my ear, body now flush against my chest. i can feel his heart beat..

“g-get the— fuck off me..!” i groan, once again squirming as his grip on my wrist tighten. he presses his body harder against mine, preventing me from moving as i squeak in surprise.

“do it again, watch what i fuckin’ do to you..” he whispers, for some reason its scarier than when his voice is raised. ‘he wont do shit..’ i think.

wrong. ooh sooo wrong you were.

his hands maneuver my hands above my hands, his left hand holding them firm against the wall. his right hand you ask? shoving his two longest fingers down your throat, harshly.

i gag hard on his thick fingers, trashing around as much as i could as he starts fucking my throat with his fingers, not pulling the out more than two inches before plunging the back down my throat. i gag and choke on his fingers as i try to pull my head away. i feel my eyes start to flutter into rhe back of my head at the lack of oxygen.

“fuckin’ slut..always bitchin’ ‘bout somethin’ dumb…fuckin’— take it..” he groan in my ear, it sends a shiver down my spine as my heads pushed back more as he pushes his digests deeper.. my body starts slowly sliding down the wall, he lets go of my wrist as he pulls me fully to my knees. my hands fly to his wrist and grip it weakly, trying to pull his hand out of my throat. tears begin to fall from my eyes as he tug my head back by my hair. a loud moan coming my sore throat.

“ gag, r- gag, en— gag” i sputter out, his fingers moving faster. my eyes fully rolling back now as i feel myself going limp.

“shut it, fuckin’ whore..you wanna talk back? this is what happens when you dont fuckin’ listen..” he growled into my ear. soon he removes his fingers, i lean against his thick thigh as i gasp and cough for air. his hand lands on my head, he grips my hair and pulls my neck back to look up at him. my eyes wide at the sight of his cock, gulp, hes huge..to big— way to fuckin’ big..

“open yer mouth..” he demands, i gasp as hip tip hits my lips. he takes this as a invitation to slam himself down my throat. i gag, hard, on his cock. his hand in my hair using it as a handle to pull my head up and down his length. using my mouth to his desires.

“shit— thats right..t-take this dick..fuuuck..” he groans lowly, rolling his head back as his tip hits the back of my throat. hips bucking up in my mouth.

a lewd, gul gul gul, comes from my throat as i open my mouth to gag and cough on his cock. my hands gripping his thighs harshly. nails leaving marks in there wake as i claw his legs. i fall on my ass as he pushing my back flush against the wall as he snaps his hips in my mouth over and over. calloused hands slammed against the wall and he uses my mouth like some fleshlight.

“fuckfuckfuck— take it- take this dick- f-fuck, g-gonna cum down that f-fuckin’ nasty throat baby..” he looks down, hips snapping at a slower speed but deeper this time small ‘take it.’ ‘s leave his mouth as he reaches his high. pressing my head against his pelvis with his right hands while he leans his forehead on his left forearm. groaning- no— growling as he cums down my throat. i cough and gag as he fills my mouth, he pulls away harshly as i gasp and take big gulps as i swallow his cum. my face is covered in spit ‘n cum.

“w-what..cough, gulp, is wrong- with you..?!” i shout hoarsly, throat sore from his assault with his cock.

he dosent reply, grabing my neck as he grips it harshly. walking me backwards and turning me around before pushing me on the bed. he pulls down my shorts and underwear quickly, he spits on my cunt. rubbing two fingers up from my clit to my entrance, pushing past my walls as he starts fingering me and hard.

i put my right hand out behind me, left gripping the blankets on his bed and i try to push his hand away. but, my attemps are in vain as he pins my hands behind my back as keeps fingering me, pushing a third finger in as he speeds up. he leans his chest against me from behind, his mouth biting down on my nape. leaving a harsh teeth back as he starts biting my neck.

“fuckin’ mouthy bitch..take my fuckin’ fingers slut..fuuck..pussy fuckin’ loves it huh..” he growls against my neck. my face falling against his bed as i moan loudly. hips grinding up to match his pace as a knot forms in my stomach.

“dont you dare fuckin’ cum..beg me for it..” he groans against my ear, licking and kissing down and up my neck. im a babbling mess but i manage to say one thing.

“f-fuuuck— you..!” i squeal as i feel myself on the brink of cumming. he pulls his hand from my cunt and pulls my leg up by my knee. resting it on his bed before he starts slapping my cunt and ass over and over.

“you never learn huh? fuckin’ spoiled brat.” he growls, slapping my wet cunt one last time as hard as he could. drawing a loud moan from my throat as my body loses the tenseness it had from his spanking. he pulls away, pulling my hips flush against his cock, he pulls my hips up and down along his length a few times before slipping into my pussy with a slow, deep thrust. his left hand pulling my head back by the hair, again…sigh… “fuckin’ loud mouth bitch..ill make you fuckin’ learn to hold that ditry tongue of yours next time..” he moans, hips slamming against mine as he using my hair as a handle to push himself deeper..

“r-reennnn-suukeee!” i gasp in a high pitches moan, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as i try to hold myself up with his harsh thrust pushing me forward over and over. fuck hes strong.. i think to myself, eyes crossing as he hits my g-spot dead on. i let out a loud, high pitches moan as he hits it repeatedly.

kunigami lets out a nasally laugh before he speaks. “that yer spot slut? s-shit..tightened around me- gotta be it hm?” he leans forward, harsh grip on your hair moving to you shoulder before wrapping his muscular arm around your neck. a headlock.

he hold his wrist with his left hand to hold your neck firmly. “f-fuuuck..thats it you dirty whore..cum on my cock- t-there ya go..shit..” he growls against my ear, pulling me into a messy and rough kiss as he hips pump his cock deeper into me.

i moan in his mouth as he tightens the headlock, i pull back as he hits my spot one last time before i cum hard on his cock. but of course, his pace quickens. chasing his own high.

he lets go of my neck, letting my chest and head fall against his bed and he pulls my hips higher. practically slamming my hips against his. its to much for your poor cunt.

“g-gonna cum..fuck— such a good pussy, fuuck..!” he growls once more before pulling me flush against him as he cums deep inside me. he leans against my back as he pumps his hips slowly as he drags out his orgasam.

“..not done with you yet..still havent learned your lesson properly have you?” he snarls in my ear.

its gonna be a long night..

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end!

hello hi yes its been a while (almost a year—) i hope you enjoyed!! i sure as hell did!! please feel free to reblog as it is greatly appreciated! :3

- dolly..

*do not copy, translate or steal my work.*

[aquafluffer]

its so weird, because all my friends totally know im a therian and shit, and like... they know im a system and that i have more like... supernatural identifying headmates,

but... to talk about otherkin stuff with them? i feel like theyd think differently with that,

first off, any spirituality stuff, idt theyd really get or take seriously? like its one thing to be like "yes hi i am dog" because like... thats obvious? i undoubtedly have alot of dog mannerisms and thinking patterns, they might not view that in the same way that i do, but like... theres a mutual understanding that Something About Me Is Dog, and hell... its even another thing to say like "i was a dog in a past life", because like... at least dogs are a thing that we tangibly know exists? like my friends dont believe in reincarnation, but a dog in a past life makes more sense than....

a water spirit, how in the actual fuck would i explain that to my friends? they dont think water spirits are real, what traits does a water spirit have? dogs bark, and wag tails, and shake their fur, and like scritches and fetch and walks and howling, those are all things that my friends can like... see and connect the dots?

but... a deep connection to water in its most basic, elemental sense? feeling at home in the woods by a lake? the innate NEED to sing and dance as if its in my nature? significantly less tangible,

the need for gills and webbed hands and scales, the deep emotional connection to fish as pets,

hell, even gender feelings with *not a woman, just feminine presenting because i cant imagine that not being the default personally*

or feeling as though my every mannerism is read as significantly more sexual than i intend it,

and honestly, id have no problem trying to explain it through a psychological framework to them, but i feel like even then, they still wouldnt get it, and then id just be lying so whats the point?

how do you even bring that kind of thing up? i dont even remember how i came out as a therian,

[poppy-metal]

friends to lovers with patrick…oh my i have thoughts

you guys both come from rich families, grew up with each other all that good stuff and you are quite literally the only people in your wealthy little bubble who really get each other. highlight of the year is when he comes back from the academy for summer break and holidays. all the time he has he spends with you…of course by the time you’re both teenagers he leaves you every once in a while when a pretty girl he can get with comes along. you’ve known you liked him since you were 10 (this all consuming love that knows you’ll always gravitate towards him) this goes on throughout your teens

He realizes he has feelings for you around the time you’re 17, stupidly when he finally sees you start going out with other people. takes him about a week to fully understand why seeing you with a boyfriend pisses him off…of course when he tells you this, things don’t go as planned (referring to your last post on friends to lovers…like of course youre nervous about this. you love him but if he cheats? god you lose him as a boyfriend and a friend). so you fool around a bit, and while he insists on something more serious, you’re too scared to take the jump

this hurts him of course. hurts him enough that when he leaves that summer in 2006 to go pro, he doesn’t want to keep in contact anymore. yeah it hurts to not respond to your calls or emails, but you broke his heart first? how can he just continue like something is normal. You try to keep track of his life, checking scores, even reaching out to that strawberry blonde boy he brought to your house in the summer before (who doesn’t tell you anything either)

life is so much more boring without your best friend. you try meeting new people all throughout college, spread your wings, but its all so boring. no one is as fun or exciting or loving as patrick. eventually you just give up on the idea he is going to come back to your life, its been four years at this point.

you graduate college and go back to your rich little family. realize he isn’t even in contact with his family, god you really have no connection to this man anymore, the only person you actually love is no longer in contact with you. and quite frankly you’re lonely. so after couple post-grad years of wallowing in your sadness, when your parents start pushing you to get married…it only takes couple weeks for you to agree

everything happens so quickly, meeting the rich prick your parents have picked out, the engagement, god now your wedding is in couple of weeks

are you excited? of course not, you don’t feel anything for this man, but hey there are worse outcomes than becoming a wife to a rich business man. you’re 24 you have the rest of your life to live, at least you can do it knowing you have as much money as possible

so yeah you’re content with the life that you’ve chosen….well that is until patrick mf zweig shows up at your door step after years going “you’re getting married?”

oh well…there goes being content with your husband

-🫀

CHEATING IMMEDIATELY

god, its like. why had he even showed up. you'd been the one to break his heart, you'd grappled with that, stewed with regret over it for years, still did, but he'd been the one to cut you off. to block you on all accounts. so to show up now..... like he'd never left, you're shell shocked. hand over your heart, your engagement ring glinting right there.

its like a full laurie moment. "dont marry him." and you're falling back a step like what, what, you cant say that to me.

but he means it. he'd cut you off but he'd never moved on. and hearing the news of your engagement felt like a wakeup call - like someone threw a bucket of ice water over his head. because he fucking knows you. knows you'd never marry a guy like that - not the girl he knew. and you might have broken his heart, but maybe he should have fought for you harder. maybe he shouldn't have stone walled you. maybe he should have seen you were scared and done everything in his power to prove you were meant to be with him.

its a late start, but he's never been one to quit. he wont give you up again.

[senxitive]

Today the person who broke my heart told me that he'd been searching for "me" for a long time, and he finally found "me" when we met

I don't think anyone can understand how much that hurts

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Bruce keeping a tighter and tighter lid on his identity around the Justice League because with each new person to reveal their identity he realizes that he has fucked far too high a percentage of his co workers as Bruce Wayne and he has to take this secret to his grave

[thesoftboiledegg]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

biting is a love language biting is a love language Biting Is A Love Language-

[artashipatrick]

“We wanted to make it clear that Tashi was in charge,” says Guadagnino. “And that she knew in advance what was underneath [the two men’s friendship], and she pulled it out in order to manipulate and hold them, but also to release them and herself.” It’s a scene that sets the erotic energy that powers the rest of the movie. “The only person that brings out that real fire from both Art and Tashi is Patrick.” Says Zendaya. “And it drives them fucking crazy.” — challengers cast for empire magazine

[wienners]

"dude its not that embarassing to rewatch some creepypasta stuff you liked as a teenager" the character i imprinted on like a baby duck at 16 was a demon from new jersey that acts like the humanization of every offspring song and canonically listens to scissor sisters. His favorite color is purple and his favorite pokemon is gengar. He leaves people notes with emojis on them. He acts like a beetlejuice scare actor at halloween horror nights. His catchphrase is "feeling sassy?" Hes (allegedly) worked with every war criminal throughout history and been every serial killer. even the gay ones. he ate a baby. his animal motif is a rabbit. hes kind of based off donnie darko. he talks to his cats in a baby voice. he wears a white fedora that makes every video he wears it in feel dated by like 7 years. hes 5'3. he hacked a girls tumblr blog. he added a laugh track over a video of him killing people. he named a chainsaw rex. he torments people by playing frank sinatra at them. his name comes from an animal collective song. theres a canon blog entry where he makes the speakers blare rob zombie before he enters a room, then holds a guy at gunpoint to describe what he did to to him while "making sure to leave in all the cool parts". Hes like ten tumblr sexymen traits rolled into one. His actor has gone on record saying heath ledgers joker inspired his acting choices. Sometimes his voice gets distorted and it makes him sound like bill ciphers first year on HRT. For some fucking reason i associate the song cake by the ocean with him. I firmly believe that if everymanhybrid didn't require a masters degree in creepypasta autism to comprehend, he would've caused more teenage stabbings than the slenderman incident and more kin war tumblr scenarios than nagito komaeda.